"cribbing" poems
How would I like to be loved?
It is a very difficult question
Because, though I appear, at first glance
To be "The Guy Next Door"
The reality, I assure you, is entirely different
Firstly, every individual is different
Secondly, I am autistic
And finally
There is so much about me
That you will get to know
Only if you are a good friend of mine
How would I like to be loved?
Well, let me tell you
Love is not all about candlelight dinners
Nor is it about *** in the bedroom
It is about being there for each other
No matter what
If I truly love someone
I would be ready to go to jail for her
Of course, not if it is for something ethically wrong
But you get the idea
How would I like to be loved?
If you have seen the Tamil movie "Thiruchitrambalam"
Then you would understand
If I were to say
That I want someone to love me
The way Nithya Menen loved Dhanush
In that amazing movie
How would I like to be loved?
If you've seen me at my worst
One of those days
When I am in one of my rages
And keep shouting and breaking things
Or I lose my focus at work
Due to all my insecurities
Rearing their ugly heads
Or I simply drown myself in my thoughts
Refusing to come out of my bed
Or I cry like a child
Drowning myself in a tidal wave of self-pity
And you still love me the same
As you did when I was at my best
Then it is indeed true love
Enough said
How would I like to be loved?
When I hear one of Harris Jayaraj's romantic melodies
And can instantly relate to it
I know that I am in love
And that love is real, not reel
How would I like to be loved?
If you ask me how was my day
And I go on and on
Droning about the technicalities of my work
Or cribbing about various issues
Such as candidates, clients or my boss
And you never tire of listening to me
Then I know you are truly in love
Also, if I keep asking you how was your day
Every single day after work
And you never once tire of answering such a mundane question
If that is not true love
I don't know what is!
And on that note
It's time to wrap up this little monologue
And return to hard reality
Dec 25, 2022
Dec 25, 2022 at 11:59 PM UTC
Don't quite understand why people keep crying,
Cribbing about things, cursing their fate all the time.
As if tortured by life, sulking and sighing,
Not realizing that everything would eventually be fine!
Being dejected by the minor downfalls in life,
Depressed as the moments unfold unexpected.
Forgetting that they are the gist of being alive,
Without which the upheavals wouldn't be augmented!
Lamenting on their past, not focusing on the present,
Too busy regretting, mourning and grieving,
Observing and noticing only the unpleasant,
Failing to grasp the true essence of living!
So just break all barriers and breathe free,
Remember, there was a reason you were born!
No matter how difficult, just let it be,
Coz the only truth is- life goes on!
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 3:10 AM UTC
Somewhere between coffee and stupid talks
And infinite random city tours & walks.
The movie marathons and midday naps
Exquisite food and memories gift wrapped.
G-talk sessions and plane tickets to anywhere with you along
While in the journey, discovering our new favorite song.
Imaginary burn books and death glares,
Silent sentences spoken through stares.
Late night calls and whispers in the dark,
Threatening any guy who dares to break our heart.
Never judging each other and reading one’s mind
My love for ***** and your love for Wine.
“I am undateable” to “Open Up” monologues.
Putting up with the drama of all the loves lost.
Making pop culture references and finding it normal.
I don’t remember the last time we were ever formal.
Of making our fool in front of the ‘classy’ audience
And continuing doing that with elan and confidence.
Our love for wanderlust. Places far and bizarre.
To spend thrifting and getting broke in a hep bazaar.
Overeating and then cribbing about our weight.
To consoling ourselves that “him” is worth the wait.
Of nagging parents and relatives that crib.
Of closing our eyes and letting things slip.
Quick fights and quicker reconciliation.
Sharing deep secrets & deeper confessions.
It is between being mistaken for Lesbians
And being mistaken for Sisters.
Our ballad is a roller coaster ride that only goes up
Our ballad is all these things & more, ready to erupt.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 3:15 AM UTC
I met him on board the van,
Fiery and uncontrollable
against the heavily guarded windows.
He fought not with fists,
His weapons were slogans and songs
that shook the foundations
of a corrupt seat, a corrupt army.
How many times I had seen
him march the corridors,
His eyes set, his voice strong,
He was the face of freedom
and the fight for it.
To see him the same in the van,
it warmed my heart, gave me courage.
It was all over in a minute
A confusion, a push, a fall
And a flight outside the van.
They say he hit the limits
and his head exposed to all.
Some say it was a violent blow
And the "Gods" struck him down...
The rallies have broken,
People are back to cribbing
But none would walk his path
They fear, and rightly so,the aftermath.
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 7:15 AM UTC
**Today another beautiful day
A gift by Almighty...**
I am given chance to welcome it by frown or smiling face
I welcome the day by smiling face
I am given a choice to be sad or happy
I choose happiness
I am given a choice to feel empty or content
I choose to feel content
I am empowered to spread joy or glum
I choose to spread joy
I am enabled to dance or lazing around
I choose to dance joyfully
I am capable of singing or cribbing
I choose to sing cheerfully
I am given a choice to be grateful or to be regretful
I choose to be grateful to almighty, nature, people, life, lessons, blessings and every everything
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 12:45 AM UTC
In frozen terrain
with ash set ablaze
we stand together
through chilling nights
and searing days
Two forlorn war torn refugees
cribbing messy illustrations
of listless ****** creeps
hanging out on the back balconies
watching aimless graveyards
where cyber-gridlocked dissidents
reluctantly go to die
But we remain
and through the strain
the wrong side of history stares us down
with viper haired stone sober gaze
We ignore their judgement
and thirty pieces of silver
and instead scrape together
fists full of dollars and hopes
of change
to guard against
their pointless mutual choke point
when they absurdly perceive
our attempted dignity
and fragile windowsill garden
as signs of sinister takeover
Even as it all collapses at their necrosis
riddled feat they
diminish and return
Assets freeze and insults burn
threatening to bring forth
the death part
of that 'until death do us part' line
before we ever had a chance
to make that pact
Still
in the grim twilight of anguished
frostburn soliloquy
whispered by a tired world
begging to expire
You will always be
a godsend
and my reason to survive
against the fury
of a planet besieged
by endless storms
of ice and fire
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 1:59 PM UTC
Uncertain times cause the heart to pound,
The mind wanders and just runs around.
Times seem tough and life seems down,
All amidst Corona and the Covid lockdown.
See it as an opportunity or see it as a curse,
Be a cribbing patient or a nurturing nurse;
It is all a matter of choices and words,
Life's a conscious choice of adjectives and verbs.
Glad that life gave us some time to reflect,
to get into our hearts and introspect.
on the choices we make and the way we live,
whether to carry grudges or to just forgive.
Whatever the case would have been,
I have got some time to be more keen;
to look back and read life’s story again,
the days of joy and the nights of pain.
Was it really caused by the external world,
or was I the sole cause of that swirl?
Now when I look back and think again,
I can clearly see the self-inflicted pain.
While I wait and see my life slow-down,
I feel a bit grateful to this lock-down.
For giving a chance to review and vet,
And save myself from a life of regret!
I now shall choose the gratitude route,
without any glitch or an inch of doubt.
By taking time each day to write-down,
of things that life has weaved around.
The beauty of nature, the chirping of birds,
the morning breeze and the walk in the woods;
I feel surprsied how I could not have found,
such jewels of nature which were always around.
I feel rather thankful to the this lockdown,
for it gave me the needed time to slow down.
To take corrective measures and look around,
and take a joy ride in life's merry-go-round.
Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 4:11 PM UTC